In her current state, Long Yan was simply a person with her own thoughts, yet completely controlled by an evil will.
Long Yan glanced around before her eyes landed on Tang Yun beside her. "Your surname is Tang?" she asked coolly.
Tang Yun immediately shivered. "Martial Uncle Long, there's an old saying: feuds shouldn't extend to the next generation. I had no choice in the matter. Please, be magnanimous..."
A Flower Spear materialized at Tang Yun's throat.
Cold sweat streamed down Tang Yun's face.
A smirk played on Long Yan's lips. "If I didn't still need you to hide my identity, I'd take your head right now. Remember this: if you help me take Shen Bai's head and seize control as the Garden Master of the Peach Opera Garden, I might just spare your life."
